“Didn’t you threaten me about what would happen the next time we were here?” Leah says tauntingly. I return her grin, taking the bait.

“Wasn’t a threat. It was a promise about giving you exactly what you want, what we want.” My thumb runs across her bottom lip as my lips plant soft kisses all over her face, purposely avoiding her lips. She throws her hands around my shoulders, using them as anchors as she gets up on her toes to kiss me. When her tongue moves to enter my mouth, I pull back, starting over with the slow seduction of kisses. When she gets aggressive a second time, it’s met with the same result.

About the Author:

Misha Elliott is an old movie watching, wine drinking, book-lover. Once a northerner she now calls the sweet state of Alabama her home. She can't remember a time when books weren't a part of her life. Writing gives her a reason to talk to the voices in her head. When she isn't writing you will find her talking about books with friends or at the beach with her toes in the sand.